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10:18 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
what?????
10:22 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
no big deal for you lotslotslots more $$$$ coming for you, you wont feel it. do it!!!
10:28 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
we need talk not cyber.
10:34 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
don’t think so LOL you do me like others? you and badwig. now LOL see? i know.
10:40 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
u think u know u dont. we need to meet. safe place for u. beachhouse?
10:46 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
oh sure your territory why dont you just shoot me
10:54 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
no more e trail im deleting w privacykeeper. where r u some i-cafe???
10:59 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
100. do I need to repeat myself??? Ok 100. 100!!!
11:04 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
dont be parinoid beachhouse is good for u, outside open sand, people all around what could happen?
11:08 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
leave pch gate open by 7:30 that’s p.m. tonite!!! don’t come till 7:45. leave garage door open so I see you’re not there first. or badwig. low tide is around 8. come to the tideline not later than 8:10. use big trader joes bag. paper. wrap $$$ in saran for wet. bring all of it!!!!
11:12 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
take time to get fiftyk but probly ok. if delay can i reach u same eml?
11:16 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
fifty? LOL. hundred. no excuses.
11:21 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
ur being hardass. sixty best I can do cleaning me out. not like u all hardass what’s wrong???
11:29 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
don’t like sixty. deserve more but ok i just want away what’s wrong? you ask that? LOL. MEGA LOL!!!!
12:05 p.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
no LOL here. i care. take care of u.
12:11 p.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
best take care is $$$. no more talk.
12:14 p.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
talk helps everything will be ok promise we still good right?
Cybersilence.
CHAPTER 40
Moe Reed explained.
Sitting behind a rough-edged, smoked-glass-slab desk, Aaron Fox listened.
Fox’s office was hermetically silent.
Milo had directed Reed to sum up the situation, maybe as part of training the younger detective.
Or, was there a chance he wanted to get the brothers talking?
No sense conjecturing; he’d never admit it.
Fox remained expressionless. When Reed finished, he said, “Murderous little bitch. I knew she was bad news but not that bad. You’re sure Huck’s up to it?”
Reed said, “We’re not, but he says yes.”
“And that’s worth something?”
“He’s what we’ve got, Aaron, and we’ll be watching, okay? She’s the one suggested the beach, it really is an open spot.”
Fox said, “It’s open all right, but what’s to stop her from paying him off, then having him followed?”
“If she does, we’ll be ready.”
Fox tamped down the collar of a white-on-white silk shirt. “Another possibility is Weir positions himself on the deck of the house with a nightscope rifle and nails the poor sucker. Shots synchronize with the incoming tide, noise wipes out the sound.”
Reed said, “We’ll be watching Weir’s office and the house. He shows up there, we reevaluate.”
Not mentioning Robin’s call to Weir’s office, claiming to be a prospective client. The secretary taking her bogus name and volunteering that Mr. Weir was in meetings all day, she’d be sure he got the message.
Fox said, “Reevaluate as in call it off?”
“Reevaluate as in reevaluate.”
“ La Costa ’s private sand, Moses. How’re you going to get access?”
Reed’s neck swelled. “All of a sudden you’re Dudley Downer?”
“I’m a realist, bro. Leads to longevity.”
“We got access from a neighbor. Our watch car’ll be stationed across PCH. Everything’s covered. This is the plan, Aaron. Up to you.”
Fox ran a finger around the circumference of a silver-disk desk clock. “It’s already four, what’s to say Weir hasn’t gotten there and hunkered down?”
Milo said, “We’re on it, Aaron.”
“Okay, okay… Malibu neighbor, huh? You guys have the right friends. Anyone I might have heard of?”
Reed said, “Someone Dr. Delaware knows.”
Fox stretched. Onyx cuff links gleamed. “Sounds like Dr. Delaware and I need to get better acquainted. Okay, I’ll go get the toys.”
After he left the room, Milo said, “Nice work space, sure beats civil service.”
Fox’s place was on San Vicente near Wilshire, the southeast corner of Beverly Hills. The décor was ski
Fox’s “Workland” had once been a master bedroom. Big and bright, with a rear view of a cactus garden, soundproofed padding beneath the felt. Playland-his living quarters-was on the second story, accessed through a teak spiral staircase, probably salvaged from a yacht.
Reed said, “He probably writes the whole building off. Aaron needs his deductions.”
Fox returned with a brown suede carrying case, settled back behind the glass desk. Fishing out a black box the size of a cigarette pack, he laid it down, added what looked to be a pen, then a tiny white button attached to a cord and a pin-jack. Similar wires spaghettied from the other components. The whole kit could fit in a trouser pocket.
Fox’s mocha hands passed over the equipment, like a battle priest blessing armaments. “One-stop shopping, gentlemen.”
Milo said, “That’s all of it?”
“Plus my laptop. Feed’s programmed to interface, one keystroke and we’ve got DVDs for posterity.”
“Cute.”
“Private enterprise.”
Milo pointed to the little black box. “That’s the recorder?”
“Recorder and transmitter,” said Fox. “This here”-touching the white button-“is the camera. Don’t ask me what it cost. We’re talking high-def infrared, cuts through the dark like a knife through trans fat.” Deft fingers rolled to the pen. “Decent mike, but truthfully, not spectacular. Manufacturer claims a two-thousand-foot range, I’ve found one thousand to be closer to the truth, and sometimes it blanks out. High-tech industry’s like Congress, promises more than delivers. For best results, have your mope stay no more than ten feet from her. I’ve got another one, a little more reliable, but it’s embedded in a jeans jacket, if he gets hugged hard enough, it could be detected.”